bluntie

is a place over-run by hens and stags, coke and rocks, shots and chips, laines and framed street-art.
which could be melbourne’s st kilda as easily as england’s brighton. beautifully burnt out piers, water you wouldn’t toe-in, 6 lanes of traffic separating beach from town, misbehaving british.
behind it all are lovely intact rows in bright colours, and lifestyles, and the genius of a beach made of pebbles, which are beautifuly smooth, warm in the sunshine, clean and much more urban than sand.

there is a show on tv at the moment called I’m Running Sainsbury’s, where selected small-store managers (sainsbury’s opens a local store every week atm) are thrust into managing a large store where their ‘fresh ideas’ can fly. of course the sickening reality is a downward spiral, with the guidance of a mentor, into a web of awful terrible words; ‘the standards you set are the standards you get’.
the store workers’ relentless commitment to the meaningless, and their utter focus on turning the cheese label side UP (else customer will not buy the cheese), makes one gasp at the desperate terror of supermarket business. then the same patterns of micro-management, detail over big picture, catch phrases repeated too often, emerge in other, more creative, industries. the percentage of rubbish in my current projects today was approximately 90%.
feel like a sheep on a beach eating trash.

like all politicians with expense claims to hide;  laying a little lower.
currently not perching on rooftop of car.

Oprah disgrace

food poverty is gearing up to be (maybe) the biggest future issue of class inequality in the UK, probably in all other fatty nations too. especially obvious in London’s outer-city suburbs, home to new and unestablished middle eastern and african communities, and a single mammoth tesco unable to locally provide the ingredients of their traditional cuisine.
even in inner-east-london fried chicken is cheaper than any other meal, home cooked or takeaway.

disgraceful and addictive too is the inverse: horrific foodies in Norwich cooking thai-style prawns. Come Dine With Me : low-budget reality show combining cringe, tenderness, a kidding voice over, and unwise meals.